It’s just like having her Facebook account open and scrolling through her albums. But they’d be for his eyes only. Lost in his thoughts once again..., he didn’t notice the leggy redhead approach the table; arms crossed tightly over her chest as she advanced. Throwing her backpack onto the table, Dillon flinched slightly as he was jolted out of his stupor.“We’re two days behind now, I hope you’re happy!” She whisper-yelled at him, leaning forward over the table in his direction.“Guess we’re even. I linked into Riley’s laptop through our VPN and began rifling through BKL’s network searching for vulnerabilities and backdoors. There were plenty there. We set up our own user account, backed up all BKL’s accounting data for the past three years, and closed up shop. If I needed back in later, I could now get in through remote access. Before I closed down my computer in the back of the courtroom, however, I gave Riley an encryption key and had her download all Simon Barnett’s and Bradley. They were indeed a wonderful group of subjects!Dr. Balinkov cackled and rubbed his hands theatrically."EXCELLENT! Well done, my friend! Very good, indeed. Now, we let the fun begin!"He persuaded Doc to personally go to the other island in their boat and gather up the subjects with a ruse of rescue to make them cooperative enough to visit their castle. Neither he nor Doctor Balinkov could be called charming, but at least Doc wouldn't send the castaways running and hiding. Both knew how people. Marsha had never disobeyed her father, both out of fear and love. And the luscious adolescent wasn't about to now, even though she felt there was something terribly guilty about it."Daddy! You're getting me hot!" the teenager sobbed. "Oh, Lord, Daddy, it's--it's wrong... Mmmmmmmm!"Mark Jensen, at that moment of naked lust, was beyond any redemption or penalty. His gorgeous, hot-breasted young daughter was wriggling her succulent ass madly on his pounding prick, in spite of her protests. And now.